He is infinitely reborn in a loop

A small Corolla drove out of the east gate of the venue in a smooth and steady manner, which was the artist channel specially prepared by the organizer of the Year of the Tiger Film and Television Festival.

Wu Yuan looked at the shrinking arena in the rearview mirror, and heaved a sigh of relief.

But he was still worried.

Thinking of preparing for the worst in everything, what if Wu Yu is alive this time and the cycle cannot end?

Wu Yu suddenly asked, "What are you thinking?"

"..." Wu Yuan didn't answer.

He thought about talking to Wu Yu about reincarnation.

But he put himself in his shoes and thought about it for a while. If Wu Yu came to tell him about reincarnation and told him that someone was going to kill him, he might think Wu Yu was crazy.

Either crazy or delusional.

Wu Yuan, who didn't want to be a lunatic, took out his mobile phone and said a little tiredly, "I'm hungry. There's a barbeque on the third floor of Wanda nearby. Do you want to eat?"

Wu Yu didn't even think about it, and directly rejected it: "It's too greasy, it will make you fat."

Wu Yuan asked again: "What about the Japanese food next door?"

Wu Yu rested his elbows by the window, colorful neon lights reflected into his pupils.

The enthusiasm outside the window is like fire, but the people inside the window are still indifferent: "I don't eat raw."

Wu Yuan: "...there is a steak house on the fourth floor."

Wu Yu: "It's disrespectful to the cow if it's fully cooked, so I don't eat steak."

"..." Wu Yuan swipe the screen with his fingertips, "Uncle's private restaurant, Cantonese cuisine, neither sweet nor spicy, neither salty nor bland, it must suit your taste."

Wu Yu glanced at the phone lightly, "It's 6:37 in the evening, I suggest you don't put me there, it will easily cause people to gather spontaneously."

"..." Why not starve him to death?

Wu Yuan spent the rest of his life's patience and angrily threw the phone into his arms, "Look for yourself!"

Wu Yu: "I eat anything—"

Wu Yuan glared at him fiercely.

He swore that if Wu Yu dared to speak casually, he would stop now and give him a humanitarian lesson - beat him up.

Wu Yu might have sensed a crisis, so he swallowed the words honestly.

Deng Deng Deng!

"You have news." Wu Yu wanted to hand over the phone.

"Who, just read it to me." Wu Yuan was driving seriously without turning his head.

"Remarks are younger sisters, do you have younger sisters?"

"Yes, I have."

"It's not the kind of sister who can act like a baby on the bed, is it?"

"...is a biological sister, related by blood." Wu Yuan rolled his eyes, "What have you been thinking about all day long?"

"Color waste." Wu Yu said seriously, and then couldn't help laughing, "Your sister said, brother, remember to ask for my autograph... so many names?! Who does she like?"

Wu Yuan complained, "She's just a fool."

When Wu Yu returned the phone, the interface was a navigation map, and he had already set a location.Wu Yuan knew that that place was a private club, which was very far away from their current place, almost across the entire city.

"Let's eat here." Wu Yu explained.

Wu Yuan locked the screen of the phone, and refused like Wu Yu just now: "It's too remote, so I don't feel safe, so I don't want to go."

Wu Yu was puzzled: "Why do you need to feel safe when you have a meal?"

"..." Wu Yuan was speechless for a moment, and suddenly had an idea, "I think of a place."

Little Corolla turned a corner and got into the bustling old town in no time.

When the car stopped, Wu Yu took out a fisherman's hat from his car, and got out of the car.

The pedestrian street is very lively, loud music is played in the roadside shops, people coming and going are holding hands, or chasing and running.

Some places are like this, the more lively it is, the harder it is to notice who is next to you.

However, the shop Wu Yuan wanted to take him to was not here, but at the corner at the end of the pedestrian street.

The style of that small dilapidated store is very different from that of the high street on the pedestrian street. The signboard with yellow and green checkered frame and dark red background uses blue light bulbs to write "Guo Jie Chuan Chuan Xiang" - half of the word "Guo" is not illuminated, it is like a trend at the end of the last century. The fish that slipped through the net.

The customers in the store are mainly from the Municipal Public Security Bureau opposite, but they are all dressed in plain clothes, just like ordinary diners.

Wu Yu withdrew his eyes from looking at the environment, and mocked: "You really need a sense of security when eating."

Wu Yuan was noncommittal: "What do you want for the soup base?"

Wu Yu blurted out: "Spicy pot, there is no soul if you eat skewers but don't eat spicy pot."

Wu Yuan half-closed his eyes and secretly smiled: "Then order a soulless kelp bone soup base."

"You've already decided, so don't ask me why." Wu Yu was quite dissatisfied, lowered his head and pulled out his sleeve to play with.

This life is sulking like a child, Wu Yuan finds it very interesting.

Soon the dishes were all served, and the pot in front of Wu Yuan was boiling and steaming.He took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and threw the skewers in.

At this moment, Wu Yu's cell phone rang.

Wu Yuan saw that it was Lin Dawei who called, but Wu Yu hung up the phone.

After a while, the phone rang again, this time it was a man named Mr. Long.

Wu Yu didn't hang up, but turned off the phone directly.

Wu Yuan said casually: "How about I explain to Lin Dawei, after all, I abducted you."

"no need."

Wu Yu didn't seem very happy.

Wu Yuan had this feeling from the moment he entered the lounge, but he didn't think too much about it just now in the car.

The location Wu Yuan chose was in a corner, and there was an exhaust fan on the wall behind him, which whined when it was spinning, which was very annoying.

Apparently Wu Yu got even more annoyed.

But he is enduring.

Wu Yuan asked casually, "Unhappy? Because of the trending searches."

Of course he knew what was going on with the hot search, but at this moment he deliberately mentioned it to make something else.

Assuming that the cycle would really continue, he would have to get some useful information from Wu Yu, such as who and Wu Yu had recently become enemies, and so on.

He has to lock down a few who are more like the murderer, and then investigate one by one.

Wu Yu's mood became even more depressed, and he only responded in a muffled voice, as if he didn't want to speak.

Wu Yuan deliberately picked things up and said, "Why don't you clarify, and Lin Dawei doesn't give you public relations?"

He originally wanted to test the relationship between Lin Dawei and Wu Yu. Before Lin Dawei peeped at Wu Yu's tablet, he could infer that Lin Dawei was not a good person.

But he didn't expect Wu Yu to be very frank, he thought it would be better to have two more glasses of wine to drink.

Wu Yu explained: "The company has always been black and red, regardless of this matter. But Lin Dawei has seniors and juniors, and it is difficult to be a man between the studio and the company. In fact, it is not only the two, but also me... ..."

Wu Yu stopped speaking halfway through his speech.

Wu Yuan asked: "Who else, it can't be a girlfriend?"

"I don't have a girlfriend." Wu Yu immediately denied it, looked at him sideways, and replied very seriously: "It's my dad, he wants me to leave the entertainment industry and go back to inherit the family business."

Wu Yuan was a little surprised: "What a bloody statement."

Wu Yu: "That's the truth."

Wu Yuan had indeed heard that before Wu Yu debuted, he bought a detached villa near the school because he didn't want to live in a dormitory.

Not a star, but also a man of the hour in school.

Suddenly, Wu Yu put down the skewers and moved the stool to Wu Yuan's side - it was a square table, so it was closer, and Wu Yuan could even see his shadow in Wu Yu's pupils.

too close.

The hot steam from the hot pot floated on his cheeks.

It was too warm in the room.

For a few seconds, Wu Yuan thought that Wu Yu had sensed that he was talking nonsense and was thinking of an excuse, but he only got one sentence—"This tenderloin is not bad."

"...Eat more if you like it." Wu Yuan picked up all the tenderloin in the pot, put it into Wu Yu's bowl, and then added: "You are too thin, it doesn't matter if you eat fatter."

Wu Yu stuffed a big mouthful of meat, as if enjoying it very much.He mumbled and asked, "How do you know about this store?"

At this moment, Wu Yuan felt that he was the one being talked about.

"There is a friend who works across the street." Wu Yuan said truthfully, because even if he was clichéd, he seemed to have little value to give to the other party.

"That must be a very good friend." Wu Yu sighed, "I haven't had any friends since I was a child."

"No way?"

Wu Yuan has seen Wu Yu's Weibo, and it can be said that most of the entertainment industry has cooperated with him, whether it's songs or variety shows - it's too ridiculous to say that he has no friends.

"It's all fake." He seemed to have seen through Wu Yuan's implication, and summed up his ten years of life in the entertainment industry in just two words.

He added: "Sometimes I regret my original choice."

Before he knew it, Wu Yuan had already been taken away by the other party.

Wu Yuan noticed it, but didn't expose it.

"What choice?" he asked along the way.

"In the third year of high school, I took the art test without telling my dad, and then I was admitted to the best music academy in the country with the top score in my major. At the end of the freshman year, my dad came on a business trip, so he dropped out of school. "

"But you didn't quit school."

Wu Yu nodded and continued: "I was competing abroad at that time, and he called me to go back and sign out of school. I told him that I won the first place in the world competition, but he suddenly became enlightened, and he didn't object to me learning classical music anymore. happy."

He spoke very slowly, Wu Yuan listened very carefully, the two of them chewed and ate the skewers slowly, the steam in the pot and the whining fan behind them all became the dense background.

"But I turned around and entered the entertainment industry, and even cross-professional to learn composition." Wu Yu swallowed the last fish ball, rubbed his belly, "If I hadn't entered the entertainment industry, I would have played my song honestly. Qin... will many things be different?"

Wu Yuan frowned slightly, and didn't say anything like "You're so self-willed" and "There are no ifs in life"—even though his first thought was these, he caught some strange things from Wu Yu's words. Yu seems to have consciously hidden a person, and keeps silent about it.

He asked softly, "Where are you... Mom?"

Wu Yu replied, "She's dead."

Ordinary people will always mention the death of their relatives in a subtle way, such as passing away, leaving, and leaving, and will not bring the naked/naked term "death" to the table.

But Wu Yu was not like that.

He said it very easily, that is, he died.

It seemed that the person who died was not his mother, but a passerby in the TV series.

"I'm full, walk with me." Wu Yu picked up his coat and went straight to the front desk to pay the bill.

Walking tens of meters along the road outside the store, you will find the Beihe River that crosses the entire city.

It was cold outside in winter, and the wind was even stronger by the river. After a few blows, the blush on Wu Yuan's face disappeared.

"My mother died when I was very young." Wu Yu lit a cigarette, and the sparks drifted into fuzzy dots in the dark night, gradually fading until they disappeared.

Wu Yuan stretched out his hand: "Give me one."

Wu Yu raised his eyebrows, seemingly surprised.

Wu Yuan looks refined and refined, he really doesn't look like the type who can smoke.

Taking advantage of the sparks lit by Wu Yu, Wu Yuan lowered his head, revealing half of his neck. It was so cold that he put on his hood after lighting a cigarette, and his figure shrank into a small ball.

The smoke dispersed into a misty cloud, and Wu Yu continued, "About 4 or 5 years old, I can't remember."

Wu Yuan didn't know what he meant when he said this, but he could only understand that the desire to talk out of a primate like a human being would be released suddenly at night after being suppressed by the noise during the day.

If it was Wu Yu, he would be willing to be a listener.

Then he heard Wu Yu say: "But I remember very clearly that she jumped to her death."

Wu Yuan's heart skipped a beat, Cheng Ling also fell to his death.

in the last cycle.

The night wind blew the square dance on the other side to his ears, and Wu Yuan remembered that Wu Yu stopped him from looking at Cheng Ling's dead body in the last cycle, and tightly held his arms and slightly trembling body.

It turned out that at that time, Wu Yu was thinking of his mother's death.

The smoke in front of him gradually dissipated, revealing the outline of the person beside him who was very thin even though he was wrapped in a coat.

Maybe it's because the weather is too cold, Wu Yuan always sees a kind of loneliness.

Wu Yuan stopped in his tracks, wanting to say a few words of comfort.

Wu Yu didn't follow him to stop, but continued to walk two steps forward, pressing the cigarette butt on the trash can by the roadside.

When the last spark sank, he said, "She died right in front of me, probably the distance between you and me now."

The author has something to say:

Wu Yuan: Neither this nor that, what can you eat?

Wu Yu: ... can I eat you (laughs)